Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2009 11:32:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 77
I was on a high and didn't know when I was going to come down. Harold was
laughing as he dumped Dwain's clothes in a trash can. He had saved out his
wallet. I thought about all the things we could do with that, but then
told him to ditch it in the next trash can we passed.
I was jumping up and down and pumping the air with my fist and Hank was
pounding me on the back. I couldn't wait to e-mail Marshall and tell him
all about it. I kept seeing Dwain being dragged out of the restroom and
down the hall to the security office naked! I wondered if we could find
security tapes of him.
Man, I was floating on cloud nine! It was a great start to the holidays! I
had already gotten what I wanted most for Christmas!
"Calm down, Kyle!" Hank said grabbing hold of my shoulders. It looked at
him and he had concern on his face, but I was still full of adrenaline or
whatever. I didnít want to stop moving! Fuck! I was so wound up!
"Kyle! Snap out of it and stop jumping for a minute. Otherwise security
might come and take you away because they think you are on drugs!"
I stopped jumping but still felt like I was racing around the track at
breakneck speed.
He grabbed my shoulders and shook them a bit, "You are getting a bit hyper
there, little brother. I think you might be freaking young Harold out a
bit." I looked at Harold and he was pale and his eyes were big round orbs.
I looked back at Hank and he had a very worried look on his face. "What?
Aren't you excited for me?" I said trying to pull away from his hands on my
shoulders.
"Yes, I am blown away that you pulled that off. Good for you! Way to go
and all of that, but you are really getting a bit wild here, little
brother. I think there needs to be just a bit of moderation here. At
least until we get out of the mall," he said as he looked around us at the
people passing by in the busy mall. I guess he had a point.
I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself as Marshall had taught me.
My whole body was trembling.
"Let's sit down over here in the food court," Hank said. He got us a table
in the corner and tried to get me to talk about Christmas and my family but
I had a difficult focusing and calming down.
Harold leaned in and whispered, "I got my dick out!" I looked over as he
leaned back and saw him flipping his dick back and forth. He had his pants
unzipped and his dick pulled through the fly of his boxers.
That did distract me a bit. I chuckled and said, "Now you remind me of
Hank." I laughed again and said, "He is always doing wild and crazy things
like that. He has dared me on more than one occasion to do some wild
things." I looked at Hank, who was smiling.
Harold said, "I have sat in restaurants and taken out my dick. I jerk off
all the time when I am eating, then shoot on the tablecloth just before
leaving." I was surprised at his boldness. He took my hand and placed it
on his now hard dick. I looked at him and he smiled. "I can drops my
pants and boxers down to my ankles if you want!"
He started fiddling with his pants. Hank laughed and said, "You are quite
the daredevil."
Harold smiled and said, "Whatever you want, I can do," very
enthusiastically. He looked at Hank and then back to me. "You want to go
to the bathroom and I can give you a blow job. Or if you want you can fuck
me in one of the stalls." In spite of all the strange things I had done
with Hank; his frankness and eagerness surprised me.
Hank leaned into Harold and whispered "Harold, if I may ask, how many times
have you been fucked?"
Harold dropped his eyes. "Well, I have only had things in my ass. I have
never had a guy do that to me. But I want to try it!" he answered eagerly.
Hank smiled and said, "Harold, I think that we can arrange that, but I
don't know that the men's room is the place to have your first go at it."
"But where can we do it? I mean, my parents are home and Kyle's mom is at
Kyle's home. So where can we do this?"
Even I laughed at his eagerness. "It doesn't have to happen this second,"
I said and smiled. "I think we can figure out something before we have to
head back to the university.
Hank nodded, reached over, took hold of Harold's dick and gave it a
squeeze. "Nice dick you have there, Harold."
Harold sighed and pushed his hips up into Hank's fist. "Easy there, kid,"
Hank said. Then he asked, "What kinds of sexual experiences have you
actually had?" Harold looked back and forth between us, and Hank added,
"Truthfully. Not the typical high school made up shit." Hank said it with
a laugh, so that Harold wouldn't take offense at it.
"I, ah, have sucked a couple of guys. One from school and a couple at the
men's room in the library at the community college near my home." He
smiled as if this was some kind of major achievement. "And I have had my
dick sucked there and once by my friend from school."
Before I could say anything, Hank said, "Well, that's more than Kyle had
when we first met." He laughed, "But he has more than made up for lost
time!"
Harold looked at me and laughed. "You mean you were a virgin?"
"Yes, but that is not a bad thing, Harold. Kyle wasn't too sure about the
whole thing and kind of started out slowly and then began wanting to
experience as much as possible. Some he did, some he learned from the
photography sessions, and some he has heard about from his friends."
Hank patted me on the head and said, "I think at the beginning there was a
fight going on in his head about whether he should really be enjoying all
of these things. But I think he has gotten it pretty well straightened
out."
He patted me on the shoulder and said, "While he didn't try anything like
you did," Hank looked carefully at Harold, "he did have a bit of an
emotional melt down once or twice."
Between Hank and I, we told the story of what happened the night of the
cinema and my time with Marshall. Harold's mouth dropped open and he said,
"You stripped naked in the theatre!?!" when we got to that part.
"Not one of my finer moments," I said.
"I think that is damn hot! I wish I had the balls to do that. It would
have been a much better way to express how I felt than the shit I tried."
We all laughed at that.
We finished telling the story. This led to me sharing about some of the
crazy things that Hank done to me, that we had done together and with
Thomas. Harold's mouth stayed open and he would look back and forth
between us as we told the stories. He kept a hand in his lap, stroking
himself as we talked.
When we got to the Ultimate Man contest, he gasped and stopped pumping his
hand. I looked over and saw his cum covered fist. He shivered as more cum
flowed onto his fist. I smiled; I guess our little pornographic story
session had really pushed his buttons.
Without even looking at his hand, he raised his fist to his mouth and
licked it clean. Hank smiled and said, "Like the taste?"
Harold nodded. "Hank calls it liquid protein and always says he is going
to put me on a liquid protein diet," I said. Harold smiled broadly looking
back and forth between us.
"So you get a lot of 'liquid protein'?" he asked me.
I nodded sheepishly. Hank said, "Well, I have to say, it is about even
these days. He always says mine tastes better than his, but I am not so
sure about that.
Harold smiled and said, "Maybe, I'll try them both and let you know!" He
had finished cleaning his hand. He reached under the table, pulled up his
pants, buttoned and zipped them up.
"Why don't we head over to the men's store and you can help me pick out
some underwear, like you and Hank did." He smiled, referring to the
sessions Hank and I had had when purchasing underwear.
Hank laughed and said, "I think we have had enough fun in this mall for one
day."
Back in the car Hank suggested to Harold, "Why don't you take off your
pants for the ride back." Harold looked from Hank and then to me. "Don't
worry; Kyle has done it a couple of times. He really gets off on it. So I
just thought you might want to do it with us in the car. You can switch
seats with Kyle if you want -- whichever you think would be more fun."
Harold was unbuckling his belt, pushing down his pants and underwear and
climbing over me. By the time he was sitting next to the window, his pants
were half off and he was pushing his boxers all the way down. "I have read
about this in stories on the web!" he said enthusiastically. "I read about
guys driving through the fast food drive thru naked. That would be so
cool!" I could see he was boning up as we sat there. He finished
undressing and looked at me with this big grin on his face. "This is so
hot!"
He stroked his cock and couple of times and then said, "Can we please drive
someplace and go through the order line. I want to see their reaction when
they see me naked!"
I think we had created a monster. "See, no one knows me here, so it will be
great to just do things and not worry about being found out!" He was
dripping precum as he stroked again.
"Yes, but you can still get arrested for lewd behavior and indecent
exposure," I said and Hank laughed at me. I was ever the conservative and
he was ever the liberal when it came to public displays of nudity and sex.
That is until I got lost in my famous 'fog of lust'!
"Ok, so let's just cruise around a bit and see what happens and then maybe
we can go through one of those fast food places," Hank said taking a long
look at Harold's naked form and dripping cock.
"And we have to make sure there is no one there that is going to recognize
me," I said and then added, "I mean after taking care of Nathan, I would
hate to undo all of that good work and have someone link me up to some
naked funny business with other guys."
"Kyle!" Hank exclaimed. "You are out and don't give a fuck if anyone knows
it. And I thought we were working on not worrying what other people
thought of you and that it was what you thought about yourself that was
important." He looked at me crossly and then his expression melted back
into the familiar smile.
"It's just that I wouldn't want anything coming back to hurt my mom," I
said feeling moisture well up in my eyes.
"Hey, little brother, I understand," Hank said wrapping his arm around me
and giving me a good squeeze. "Your mom is doing great with trying to be
understanding, accepting and thoughtful." He tousled my hair and then put
his hand back on the steering wheel. He always knew how to read my
emotions and seem to know exactly what I needed.
"Say, do you want to get naked with Harold?" Hank said and laughed when he
saw the shocked look on my face. "You've done it at school!"
I struggled with the answer as I looked at the eagerness on Harold's face.
"Not right now," I said. Hank ruffled my hair and Harold looked
disappointed.
An SUV pulled up next to us at the stop light. It was on Hank's side, so
they could clearly see Harold sitting there naked. The passenger looked
over and his eyes went wide as he looked in and saw Harold stroking his
cock. I was looking behind Hank's head at the guy's reaction.
He poked the driver and they both looked over and saw Harold fisting his
rod. They laughed and Harold pumped furiously. The guy took a pic with
his phone and the light turned green.
Harold stroked twice more and shot cum over his stomach and crotch while
moaning, "Oh, fuck,oh, fuck," over and over. I had to laugh.
"That was so awesome!" Harold said as he scooped up his cum and brought it
to his mouth.
Hank was laughing as well. "Seems he has a hair trigger like you used to,
little brother!"
My ears heated up and Harold laughed, but it was at his own situation.
Harold shivered and I looked at him. He was on the same kind of high that
I had been on after the little play at the mall. I grabbed his t-shirt and
tossed it to him. "Get some clothes on and warm up," I said, fishing his
pants up with my foot.
His shivering continued as he pulled on clothes. He kept repeating in a
quiet voice over and over, "Fucking awesome. Fucking awesome."
Hank pulled over to the side of the road. "You okay, Harold?" Hank asked
leaning forward looking at him.
"Yeah. Yeah. That was just so cool!" he said in a high chilling voice.
"You really got off on that being naked and jerking in public," Hank said,
not as a question.
"Yeah!" he said breathlessly. "Can we go through that drive through now?"
he said and looked wild eyed at both of us.
"Whoa! I think you need to get a grip on yourself," Hank said, reaching
over and shaking Harold's knee.
"Take a deep breath!" I said. Harold took a deep ragged breath and held
it. He let it out through pursed lips as he giggled.
"Fuck, that was awesome!" Harold said in a bit more normal voice. "Man,
that was so amazing! I always wanted to do that!" He took a breath and then
said, "Fuck!"
Hank and I both laughed. I did recall some of my first reactions to some
of the stuff Hank had me do and understood some of what he was going
through.
Hank had Harold and I switch places. Hank put his hand around Harold's
shoulder, squeezed it tightly and said, "It's okay," and for a moment I
thought he was going to say 'little brother' but he didn't, "Harold. You
are just kind of breaking out of your shell here and we want you to learn
to walk before you try flying."
Harold looked at him with a glazed look and said, "Fuck flying! I want you
to fuck me!" Harold leaned in and kiss Hank, then grabbed Hank's shoulders
and went into heavy duty face sucking mode. Fuck! What was he doing!
Hank pushed him back and smiled his charming smile. "Whoa, slow down there
little man. You are kind of rushing things a bit!" Hank reached up and
ruffled Harold's hair, brushing the locks off of his forehead.
We stopped at a grocery store and picked up some items for mom. Harold
seemed to be lost in some inner thought process and wasn't very talkative.
Just before we pulled into my mom's place, Harold said, "When can we get a
motel room?" He was practically panting as he looked at Hank.
Hank laughed at him again. "We'll have to see what the plans are and when
we can fit it in."
"You can fit it in me any time!" Harold said. Hank laughed and shook his
head. We got out of the truck and carried the groceries into my mom's
place. She was pleased that we had remembered to pick up what she had
asked plus quite a few additional items.
While she was putting away the stuff she said, "Your Aunt Lil and Uncle
Fred are coming over for dinner." That was my mother's sister and her
husband. I had heard that their children were staying away at college for
the holiday as it was too far and too expensive to come home.
"Harold, your mother will be by shortly to pick you up. You can hook up
with the boys again tomorrow, if you want to. I don't think that we have
anything planned for the day tomorrow. But tomorrow night is Christmas Eve,
so there is plenty going to be happening then."
Harold wiggled his eyebrows at Hank and struggled to keep his laugh and
excitement contained. Hank pushed him back and laughed at him.
Harold's mom came by, not too long after that. Harold continued to make
eyes at Hank as if he was sharing some secret with him. I wondered if Hank
had said something to him while I was helping mom put away the groceries.
I didn't have a chance to talk to him about it as shortly after helping mom
set the table, my aunt and uncle showed up.
It was clear from the very beginning that Uncle Fred was not too happy to
be there. Mom introduced Hank to them and Uncle Fred just grunted.
Aunt Lil made a big fuss over how much I had changed and what a handsome
young man Hank was. I was embarrassed and became worried about what Uncle
Fred was thinking.
Before we sat down for dinner, Hank took me into the hallway and said, "Let
it go. Don't worry what he thinks. Just remember to be proud of
yourself." He gave me a big squeeze.
During dinner, Fred asked what Hank was studying in school. I think he had
been prompted by Aunt Lil.
Hank answered the question and uncle Fred actually seemed interested and
asked Hank several questions. Of course, in my mind, I was sure that Uncle
Fred thought Hank was going to be some kind of drama major or art major.
I know Hank would have killed me if he had known what I was thinking. He
would have talked to me about stereotypes and preconceived notions.
That got me thinking about him and Harold and that got me frustrated. I
didn't know why, but I got lost thinking about Harold and Hank having sex
on a motel room bed.
So I didn't hear when Aunt Lil asked me a question. "I am sorry," I said,
"what did you say?"
"I asked, how your studies were going?" she said again, smiling as she
looked at me and then at Hank.
"They are going okay," I said.
Hank laughed and said, "Don't be so modest, Kyle. He is really doing well.
I think he might make the honor society if he keeps it up." I knew he
probably had a double meaning implied and I kicked him under the table.
"Ow!" Hank said, "Really, he is getting nearly straight A's."
"Well, it is really all because of Hank. He keeps me working on my
projects and keeps me on task. I really wasn't as organized as I am now,
when I first met Hank. He has taught me quite a bit." Then I blushed as I
thought of all the OTHER things Hank had taught me.
Mom looked back and forth between Uncle Fred and Aunt Lil. I thought she
blushed a bit as she looked back down at her dinner plate. Hank kicked me
under the table then.
Then the talk turned to Christmas and the plans for Christmas eve and
Christmas day. It sounded like there was going to be lots of action and a
lot of time with family. It made me worried again, thinking about seeing
all of those people and having them meet Hank.
Hank squeezed my knee as he saw the look on my face, as if to say, 'It will
be alright."
That night as we climbed into bed Hank said something about Harold and I
flushed and moved away. "What's wrong, little brother?" Hank asked.
"Nothing!" I said in a miffed voice.
He laughed, "Now, Kyle, I know when it is 'nothing' and when it is
'nothing'."
He tried to tickle me and I wouldn't have any of it. That made him work
harder until he wrestled me down and had my arms pinned. He was naked and
his dick was hanging not too far from my face. I kept seeing in my mind's
eye him fucking Harold with it.
"Now, little brother, before you wake up your mother and she comes in there
to see what the problem is and sees you and me naked, you best answer the
question."
I shook my head and he leaned down and stuck his tongue in my ear because I
had turned my head away from him. That gave me the willies, so I turned
back and tried not to look at him.
But he went back to tickling me and I finally laughed. So I answered him,
"You seem to be all taken with Harold. Like, you can't wait to fuck him."
It came out in a rush and ended with a bit of bitter anger.
He rolled off of me then, and then pulled me close. "Look, Harold doesn't
mean anything to me. And it seems to me that you were the one that wanted
to teach him a few things. I don't know where you got bitten by this
jealousy bug, but I think I will have to give you an injection to cure you
of that."
He rubbed his dick along my crack and drove me crazy. He grabbed some lube
and soon he was slipping into me. At that point, I gasped and was soon
lost in that now familiar fog of lust. All thoughts of Harold were pushed
out of my mind.
When we woke the next morning, Hank was snuggled close to me and I was
enjoying the warmth. I lay there wondering about the day. Were we going
to have time with Harold? And what about when all the family got together
tonight for Christmas eve?
Hank seemed to have made a great impression on Uncle Fred and Aunt Lil.
Fred seemed a bit more enthusiastic in his handshake when he said goodbye
to Hank. I wondered what they had said to the rest of the family and what
they were going to be telling them today. I was sure they would be on the
phone saying, "Did you hear about our nephew Kyle and his friend Hank?"
***
Thanks to all the fans that wrote and bugged me to get another chapter out.
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Have fun
harry